Behind Us

Must've never told you I been tryna off shit
I been reaching in the whip like that bitch got no offense
They on a dog food diet
Bitch I'm tryna tryna dawg shit
Making every game scary like we watching Saw six
Bitch ion see no competition everything be rawness
And I can't even have no paper on my mind I lost it
I got niggas in the can cuz they was living lawless
It kinda suck that I'm the engine cuz I get exhausted
Tryna go V8 my motor
Do the dash while I ain't sober
Keep my deuces like it's poker
Ain't no truces I don't know you
I got connects just like a modem
Ain't have a sweet (suite) life
Nigga ain't Zack and Cody
When I have a full house
I grab two 40s like the Olsens
Sneak a nigga with two straps Jordan 8s
Will he live speech impediment it's hard to say
When you got the ups on em it get hard to hate
And imma play my part today
Yeah

Toting hella poles
For every show
We down to let Berettas blow
Tell these niggas stop that trying us
He mad about some bitches cuz he see they eyeing us
I guess he never seen them fucking Gs behind us
And go let 'em know
I let 'em go
Them killers just sit hella close
And keep a lot of hoes beside us
You dying or complying nigga make your mind up
Everyone behind us
Down to die behind us

And I been copping bigger shit
They ain't gone see it til I pop out
I done caught a different bitch
And made her arch before her eye brows
I hit the mall and buy a fit
Them bitches lose it soon as I browse
Can't have no bitches lying (lion) to me
Do a better job shit I prowl
Niggas dissed a nigga six times
Oh you wild out
Pistol hit a nigga six times
It got fouled out
Rappin' done got easy to a nigga
Took a time out
A couple niggas told me switch the flow
I laid the tile down
Niggas really think I can lose that shit
I just know my power and abuse that shit
No Newport hoes need a cool as bitch
Who can handle that rock Uncle Drew that shit
Damn
Nigga
Damn
If the bitch raw I'll move that bitch
If a hoe talk down and she do log out
She can't walk out til ya prove that shit
Nigga feel like Tom Joyner
I been working every morning
Fuck comparing rapper hits
Cuz I do verses every morning
My niggas pull a Marcus Houston
They been serving every morning
I got paper in a shoebox saving up for every foreign
Bitch

Toting hella poles
For every show
We down to let Berettas blow
Tell these niggas stop that trying us
He mad about some bitches cuz he see they eyeing us
I guess he never seen them fucking Gs behind us
And go let 'em know
I let 'em go
Them killers just sit hella close
And keep a lot of hoes beside us
You dying or complying nigga make your mind up
Everyone behind us
Down to die behind us

They gone die behind us
They gone slide behind us
'Til they fuckin' time up
They don't wanna try us
I know fuckin' buyers
And I know some dope dealers
Know some real suppliers
Keep a mask on me nigga
Like I'm Michael Meyers



Credits
Writer(s): Jacquarius Latimer
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